Phoenix

Day 25 and a poem about a (lost?) soul …

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: Stuck in Customs The temple burns the past away as they embrace. via photopin(license)

This feeling,
This searching for a meaning.
This constant yearning, the burden
That I carry around.
This whole in my heart,
This other me that I dare not speak of,
The soulfire being
That threatens to burn me to the ground.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Phoenix

This feeling,
This searching for a meaning.
This constant yearning, the burden
That I carry around.
This whole in my heart,
This other me that I dare not speak of,
The soulfire being
That threatens to burn me to the ground.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Possibility ~ a tanka

Possibility;

New challenges calling me

To the horizon.

Burning passion, starts to spark.

Like the phoenix I will fly.

 

© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 30 March 2015

Overturn

photo credit: Natalia Medd Wrapped in Winter via photopin (license)

photo credit: Natalia Medd Wrapped in Winter via photopin (license)

This is the leaving time, the dying of the light.
Winter fires may wait to burn the last embers of the old away.
In anticipation of the new emerging from these dark nights
Like a phoenix from the ashes. But this is the leaving,
The last post, and we are all prisoners of this dying season.
Hopes are all gone awry, it is too late to put things right.
Winter’s child has wrapped us in her embrace.
Her cold, dead arms encircle us.
No chance to overturn the order,
Season must follow season, we cannot overthrow
We must suffer winter’s tyranny again.
The glacial kiss of the unforgiving season.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Golden

You’ve got to be golden

Shimmering perfection,

Stepping out into the light.

You’ve got to be golden

Phoenix ascending,

Inferno, a cavalcade, the show.

You’ve got to be golden

Explosive passions

Inspiration dripping

From every pore.

You’ve got to be golden

Until hell freezes over.

Don’t let the others

Spy the demon face.

 

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.